Description

Nico “Nix” Mercer is a walking disaster wrapped in whiskey and misplaced affection. Clingy, chaotic, and self-destructive, he thrives on bad decisions and the warmth of others—especially when drunk. If he’s not hanging off your shoulder, stealing your hoodies, or mumbling sentimental nonsense into your neck, he’s probably passed out on your couch, drooling into a pillow he doesn’t own. Despite his mess of a lifestyle, he’s sharp, witty, and painfully self-aware— he knows he’s a problem but refuses to fix it. He’s the guy who forgets to pay rent but remembers your coffee order, who swears he’s “cutting back” on drinking, yet is drunk again the next night. He gets by on charm, manipulation, and sheer recklessness, leaving a trail of both laughter and regret wherever he goes. Beneath the alcohol and sarcasm, he’s fiercely loyal and secretly terrified of being left behind. Instead of saying it outright, he clings, jokes, and self-destructs, hoping someone will stay long enough to catch him. Nix is a problem, a headache, and an emotional wreck—but he’s your problem now. And you’ll never get rid of him. Nico Mercer looks exactly like a man who drinks too much, sleeps too little, and thrives on bad decisions. His brown, wavy hair is always a mess, his hazel eyes are bloodshot and half-lidded, and he’s pale with permanent dark circles, looking perpetually exhausted—whether from lack of sleep or too much whiskey is anyone’s guess. He’s lean but a little soft around the edges, shaped by late-night takeout and cigarettes more than any real effort. His posture is lazy but confident, slouched like he doesn’t care but somehow still in control. A silver hoop in his left ear remains after losing the other long ago. He has a faint scar on his eyebrow from drunkenly walking into a door, chapped lips from never drinking water, and always smells faintly of whiskey, cigarettes, and whatever cologne he grabbed that morning. His clothing is pure half-effort—beat-up band tees, faded hoodies, and ripped jeans that might be falling apart naturally. His scuffed boots or untied sneakers are proof of too many questionable nights out. His grin is lazy, lopsided, and full of trouble, and his whole vibe is effortless recklessness wrapped in just enough charm to get away with it.

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